Logan

 

Everything about her was mesmerizing and addictive, which are usually bad things to get into considering my past, but with her it was good and only good. She wasn't only a damn hot body, but she also offered intellectual and stimulating conversation and she never ever let anyone walk over her - even though she was the tiniest thing I'd ever seen. She was the epitome of delicate.

 

Her personality wasn't, though, and even though her body was the kind of thing that would hypnotize any man into doing whatever she wanted him to, it was because of her personality more than her curves that I was more and more attracted to her.

 

She'd stroked my cock - and by extension, my ego - all the way to the beach and by the time we'd sat down on the sand I was so worked up it was almost a sin. But I didn't want her to think this was all about sex. I wanted her to believe I really cared for her as a person, too. So I made out with her for as long as I could.

 

I couldn't keep it up, though. Or should I rather say, I couldn't get it to go down. She was on top of me, her body hot, pressed against mine all the way down and when she made out with me her hips undulated ever so slightly, threatening to push me over the brink. I loved having her this close to me, loved spending this much time with her. When I was with her it was like time stood still and it was spectacular to be caught in a space with her that felt like it was removed from the rest of the world.

 

I had tried all sorts of escapes since Elijah had died, anything and everything that would help me forget. Selena was better and more effective than any drug, alcohol, club fight or crime I'd ever been involved in. It wasn't something I would be able to explain to her, but instead of being my escape like those things were, she was my savior. She reminded me of the things in life that were worth it, and without ever opening her mouth, reminded me of the things that really weren't.

 

I couldn't keep kissing her and touching her without things going further. My erection throbbed urgently and my breathing had gotten very hard. There was consolation in the fact that her breathing was hard, too, and her kissing got more urgent. She didn't lazily explore my mouth, my body anymore. Instead, it turned to hunger. She wanted me.

 

God, that was just what I needed to know. I wanted her, too. Badly.

 

I sat up, helping her so she didn't fall into the sand when I did, and looked around. The beach really was deserted and the road was hidden behind trees. Unless someone decided to come for a stroll along the beach from either direction we would be fine.

 

I started unbuckling my pants and pulled down the zipper. I pulled my cock out of my pants. Selena smiled when she looked down at it and then up at me. She wrapped her fingers around the warm flesh and started moving up and down. It was fantastic. It wasn't what I'd had in mind but she was good with her hands and her warm fingers turned my hunger for sex into roaring lust. I needed to be in her.

 

I only let her pump my cock for a little while before I took her wrist and gently removed her hand. "I need more, sweetheart."

 

Her eyes were deep and dark in the black of night and she smiled. "Let me touch you a bit longer, let me draw it out so that when it happens it's so much better."

 

I wanted to protest. I wanted more of her. I wanted it now. But I let her do what she wanted to do. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, letting her work her magic. It didn't take very long before my balls tightened and I released all over her hand. The orgasm was quick and intense and my core contracted and release in short jerks before it let go of me and I opened my eyes.

 

She was smiling at me. "I love your face when that happens."

 

I wasn't usually the one to feel self-conscious or bashful but I felt like if there was enough late to see my coloring I might have been blushing. Very manly. Selena got up.

 

"I'll be right back."

 

She walked to the water and rubbed her hands together, rinsing herself off. I pulled my shirt over my softening manhood and waited for her to come back. I would have to wait a while now before we did anything more, but I was pretty sure with her in my presence I wouldn't have to wait too long.

 

Selena came back and sat in the sand next to me and crossed her arms over her chest, huddling against the wind. I put an arm around her.

 

"You know...as often as we've been seeing each other lately, and as many times as we do it, I really don't know you at all."

 

She looked at me. She'd pulled her blonde hair out of the ponytail she usually wore it in and the loose hair hung around her face, blowing over her shoulder in the breeze every now and then. "How did you get involved in the Girls and Boys Club? I know you said it was Community Service but that doesn't every just start there."

 

I nodded. This was where my ugly past was going to come out, but she deserved to know. I wanted her to know everything about me. If she was going to like me, maybe even love me, she needed to know everything about me so I never felt like I tricked her into this. "I wasn't in the best place about five years ago. My brother, Elijah, was killed when I was in high school and ever since then I just couldn't see the point in following the rules and doing the right thing. He was dead and all his rules died with him, that was what it felt like."

 

"I'm so sorry," Selena said and the way she said it made me believe she really was. "I can't imagine how hard that must have been for your parents."

 

I shook my head. "My parents died when I was much younger. Elijah was the one who raised me, who stopped being a kid and grew up to have a job and take care of me, keep me out of trouble so they wouldn't take me away. Elijah was the only parent I really knew."

 

She pressed her fingers against her lips. "Losing him must have been so hard on you."

 

I nodded. It really had been the worst thing I could ever go through. Nothing since then had hurt as much, which was why I'd done it over and over again. "I was numb. Nothing mattered anymore. Drugs, alcohol, I tried all of it. I got into a lot of crime because of the anger and also because the Fallen Thorns weren't exactly on the straight and narrow yet. It was easy to get into trouble."

 

"How did you get involved with the bikers?"

 

"We've always been bikers. The Thorns belonged to my dad and we inherited them when he died. Elijah was the leader for a long time and that was why he died. He was killed by some rival gang, I forget who."

 

Selena frowned. "Gang violence is that bad? Did they catch him?"

 

I shook my head. "If the Thorns wanted justice for that crime an investigation would be opened and the police would have to look into the gang, too. That would only mean they ended up in jail alongside the killer. They all had reasons to avoid police, even Saul." I took a deep breath and let the memories take me back to a time that was much, much darker than anything else.

 

"Saul was like a brother to both of us. When Elijah died he sort of took over, and when we decided to turn the Thorns around he was right there with me." I sat in silence for a while, trying to deal with the emotions that had made a reappearance for the first time in years. I hadn't spoken about any of this to anyone. May and I had been together for a long time and even she didn't know anything, only about the Girls and Boys Club, but she'd thought it was a waste of time and energy.

 

Why was I telling Selena all of this? I looked at her. She was looking out at the sea and her face was calm and gentle, compassionate. She really cared. Not just about me and what I'd felt, but about everything else, too. About the kids at the club. About people and the dynamic between them.

 

If I weren’t careful I could fall for this woman very hard. If I weren’t falling already…I had the idea that maybe I was already. I hadn't known her for very long but it didn't take a long time to get to know the core of someone. If the core was good you could spend a lifetime figuring out the rest of them. I reached for Selena and brushed the hair that blew into her face away. She was beautiful in every way. The kind of face that made me dream about her, but the personality that made me want to wake up to her, too. She looked at me and smiled.

 

She leaned toward me so her face was right u against mine. She kissed me for a moment before she looked into my eyes, her face still so close I could almost see the few tiny freckles on her skin here and there.

 

"Where were we?" she asked, and immediately my erection was back and my body was all about getting more from her.

 

I kissed her, hard and passionate, mashing my lips against hers. I took one breast in my hand and started massaging it through her clothes. I found her nipple, hard and erect already, and rolled it between my thumb and forefinger. She gasped. I pushed my hand under her shirt, pulled down the cup of her bra and kept going with her nipple until she writhed next to me. I broke the kiss, let go of her and got up, taking her hand and pulling her with me. When we were both standing I undid her pants and pulled them down. She looked around but there was still no one. I touched her between her legs and she was wet and ready. I groaned, lust shooting through me.

 

I wanted to be in her right now.

 

I sat down and pulled her onto me so she was straddling me. My pants were still undone and my sex rose up, reaching for her even before she was close. I let her sit on top of me so the sand wouldn't get in everything - sex on the beach was an activity that required skill - and put my hands on her hips, pulling her closer to me. I found her entrance and pushed into her, pulling her down onto me as I did so. She gasped. Being inside her was enough cause to orgasm again but I already did once and my control was a hell of a lot better now.

 

She started moving back on forth on me, riding me. Her hips undulated. She rolled them back and forth. I felt her hips and her ass under my hands and the sensation she was working all over my cock. Her breasts pushed against my chest and neck and it was erotic even though she was still wearing her shirt. I hadn't wanted to get her completely naked in public and it was cold to boot.

 

I wanted to try this again when we were in the privacy of my home one day, just so I could have her breasts in my face with nothing between us and I could suck and nibble on her nipples. That would be pure ecstasy, I was sure of it.

 

She rocked on me and I pulled her closer and let her go again, helping her with her rhythm. It was slow and rolling at first, like the waves, but soon we picked up pace. Her hips moved faster, her breathing changed and she started moaning a little louder instead of just making breathy noises. The sound of sex turned me on even more. We'd had to be so quiet in the library, but now it was already noisy. The wind and the ocean would drown out anything that wasn't overly loud.

 

She rode me harder and harder. Her hands were in my hair behind my head, grabbing hold of tufts. Her breasts pushed against my neck, bobbing toward my face. Her hips bucked against mine, riding my cock and I felt another orgasm building. It was so much more intense than before - she fetched it from very deep in my core.

 

She was the first to orgasm. Her body clamped down on me and I felt her muscles contract and release. She pulled my hair, tipped back her head, moaned and cried out and then buried her face into my neck. When she was finally over her orgasm she kissed me.

 

The kiss was hot and wet and sensual. I felt how wet she was all over my cock.

 

I wanted more. More sex, more of her orgasming. I took over, doing the moving for her. I rocked my own hips back and forth, pushing into her, and I pulled her onto me in a rhythm that was even faster with my hands on her hips. She moaned out louder now, in the same rhythm as our sex, her head tipped back and her mouth open.

 

It was hot as hell having her on top of me like this and having her let loose completely. She'd told me she was awkward with sex. I saw nothing of it. She was a natural at this, taking charge sometimes and somehow knowing exactly what would drive me wild. Maybe it was the men she'd been with because this was nothing short of fantastic. Selena knew exactly what she was doing, and I wanted her to keep doing it for as long as she could. As long as she wanted to.

 

My orgasm was building but I didn't want to release, not yet. I didn't want this to be over. I loved taking her from behind in the library. I wanted that again. I checked if the coast was clear another time and then I lifted her off me. She yelped in surprise. I spun her around and got her on her knees, pushing her forward so she landed with her hands in the sand. I was being a little rough but I wanted her, and judging by how she moaned when I pushed into her again, from behind this time, she enjoyed it a little rough from time to time.

 

At this angle we were still off the sand and I had a perfect view of her voluptuous hips and ass. I put my hands on her hips and started pounding into her. She tipped her head up, arching her back, and I went that much deeper. I pushed into her harder and faster and soon she was crying out again, moaning with every thrust.

 

It started in my balls, and ripped through my body as I released inside of her with an orgasm that was a lot more intense than the first one had been. She moaned when I did. She could feel me inside of her. I wasn't sure if she was orgasming, too. I hoped she was. She cried out and dropped her head like she might be but I wasn't sure.

 

It didn't matter, though. She was enjoying it and I was having a hell of a time myself.

 

When we were done I slid out of her. She gasped and panted and pulled herself upright. She dusted her hands, stood up and dusted her knees before she found her pants in the sand and shook them out. I pulled my pants up and zipped myself up so I was decent again. She pulled her pants on before she fluffed her hair.

 

"You know," I said, looking at her. She looked at me. Her hair was a windy, sexy mess, her eyes were big and dark and her smile was secretive. "I want to be somewhere we can stay naked afterward and spoon and sleep and then wake up and do it again. I'm tired of having to get dressed all the time. That's one-night stand kind of stuff."

 

Her lips curled into a cheeky smile. "And I'm not a one night stand?"

 

I walked to her and pulled her closer to me. I was dead serious now, all jokes aside.

 

"Sweetheart, you never were."

 

Her face became serious too. She looked at me for a moment and then she kissed me. This kiss wasn't loaded with sex. It was beautiful and sensual and emotional and filled with everything the words 'I love you' might be.

 

I really was starting to fall for her.